He and his dad live in a garden apartment complex. One of the older ones, on the far side of the big neighborhood where Jake and Rachel both live. I’d only been over there a couple of times. I think Marco is kind of embarrassed because he doesn’t have much money. He used to live in a house just down the street from Jake. But that was when his mother was still alive, and before his father had a breakdown and quit his job. I knocked on the door. From inside I heard Marco’s voice. “Dad, there’s someone at the door. Put on your bathrobe, okay?” There was a delay, and then the door opened. Marco looked annoyed. “Cassie. What are you doing here?” “I wanted to talk to you.” “To me? What about?” “About yesterday,” I said. He hesitated. “Look, I’m spending the day with my dad, okay? We’re thinking maybe we’ll … you know, do something together.” “That’s good,” I said. Over Marco’s shoulder I could see his father. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting on the couch.
